To Our Readers

On the school playground at recess when I was a boy, we often played some spirited games of marbles—banana ring, bulls-eye, chase. At the age of nine or ten, I suppose it seemed that fate had a lot to do with deciding who went home each day with the most marbles. No doubt the skill of the marble shooter had something to do with it. But there were bumps in the dirt; the lay of the ground could play tricks on the straightest shooter.

Of course, what the course of our lives brings to each of us individually is so much more important than a game of marbles. Yet how often do people feel that what happens in their careers, in their families, with their health, even from one day to the next, is in the hands of fate?

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